We were on the phone
Talking so normally
Not talking bad
But not talking formally
I asked what it was
That you liked about me
"Because whatever it is you like
I just can't see."
There was silence on the other line
And I felt my confidence drop
When finally you answered
The answer that made my heart pop
"I really don't know.
I'm dating you, but I don't have to.
I could have chosen her,
But for some reason I chose you.
I mean, you're everything I hate
Depressed, hyper, young, and obnoxious.
You don't like makeup, you don't like dressing up
And sometimes it makes me nauseous.
You annoy me so much
So, I really don't know why."
And the tears started to fall
As you told me not to cry
"But for some reason
I like to put up with it all
I enjoy spending time with you
Every touch, every word, every call.
Basically, you make me happy
And that's all that should matter, right?
Please, don't be upset.
I don't want us to fight."
I was hurt, and I was speechless
I wanted to hang up right then
And I found myself wondering
Why we put up with men
Then I heard you say
"But, baby, I love you so much."
And I got those butterflies
I get when we talk or touch
And it's those little butterflies
In the pit of our tummy
That makes us love those guys
Even if they act like a dummy
Men can be so confusing
So hurtful and so rude
They aren't always the nicest
And they can have a stinky attitude
But, for some reason or another
We love them all and deal
No matter how good or bad
They try to make us feel